The World of Masks

A bright orphanage.

It is one of many orphanages in Korea. The orphans who were protecting were 28 and unlike the evil principals who appeared on the news, there was a principal who genuinely cared for the orphans and cared for them. And until half a year ago, it was a place where I used to frequent.

There were already many people at the front gate of the orphanage. Approximately ten people were talking with a smile, but they didn't look close to each other.

"Hello, it's been a long time."

As Jinsuk approached, people stopped talking and looked at him. But their expressions were full of questions. I felt like I had never seen anyone before. Jinjin lets out a gentle sigh of relief as his intended reaction returns. Fortunately, people didn't recognize themselves. Jinseok took off dark colored glasses and switched them to fashion glasses without eyeglasses. I still smiled, looking at those who tilted their heads.

"It's me, Jin-seok Kim."

The expression of those who were tilting their heads at the words of Jin suddenly changed. With a very happy look in the eyes of a suspicious person. It was a very dramatic change.

"Look who it is!"

A middle-aged man jumped out of the crowd and hugged him.

"Are you for real? Hey! It's been a while!"

"It's been a long time, old man."

The guy who hugged me like he was welcome was a homeless guy who looked characterless at first sight. He had a small height that only reached the shoulders of Jin, but he didn't seem to be greeted with a greeting as he slapped the shoulders of Jin. It did not seem to be a disadvantage that the younger generations are smaller than the previous generation, as the average height is larger than the original.

"Hey! You're all handsome without seeing me. I didn't recognize him at first!"

"I've changed my mood and changed my style once. Does it look good?"

"Of course! The girls are going to die."

"Hahaha. No way."

As Jinseok and the middle-aged man talked warmly, those around him also began to intervene in the conversation. Jinsuk also accepted the questions and conversations that were pouring out on him with a smiling face as if he did not hate their intrusion.

The people who were having a pleasant conversation with Jinseok were the people who gathered for volunteer activities as a small internet club. He was also a member of this club half a year before his parents died. Quite a good member of the team.

"Yes. Are your parents okay now?"

Lee Hyo-young, a middle-aged man who first ran to Jin, said as if he was worried. Everyone in the club knew about Jin's parents. At Lee Hyo-young's words, Jin smiled lightly.

"Yes. You can't have a grumpy stomach forever. I'm starting to get rid of it. Changing my style is kind of a mood-shifting thing."

"Yes, that's good thinking. Parents in heaven will be very upset if their children continue to be depressed. It's a family that doesn't mourn their parents' death, but it's not right to keep mourning forever."

Lee Hyo-young glanced at Jin as if he thought well. Lee Ho-young was the chairman of this club. And I was also very considerate of my personality, so I received a lot of support from my members. He was a man who kept calling me and worrying about me even after my parents died.

"Now that you're here, are we roughly there?"

Ho-young looked around and said. It's almost time for an appointment with the head of the orphanage. There was no need to rush because the rally point was right outside the front gate, but I couldn't get in later than the appointment.

"Yurin hasn't come yet."

A cute, long wavy head with fashionable glasses raised her hand and said. He was clearly a sophomore at the university. He was the youngest child who looked kinda cute and was charming and was spreading out and receiving affection among the members of the club.

"Tae-sung's not here yet, bro."

This was a middle-aged man who looked a little younger than Lee Ho-hyung, chairman of the club. Unlike Lee, Hyo-young was four years old, and Lee Hyo-young was a good guy. People his age and young people were treated as vice presidents implicitly.

He was naive and kind because he was a group of people who gathered for volunteer work in the first place. If I made a ranking list with personality scores for humanity, I was sure that I would be among the top.

'Except me.'

It was a voluntary activity that began to calm the boiling violence and killing. Though the idea that doing a good job would drown his desire, he set foot in this club, but it did not work very well. When I think about it now, I am thinking about myself very naively. However, it is quite rewarding and I have been doing activities consistently until my parents died because I was close to the members of the club.

"Tae Seong is the bastard. Ignore him, and Yu Rin is not late."

"Well, wouldn't there be days like that? because there's no guarantee that people will always be able to be on time exactly like the Terminator, and there can be situations like this. Honestly, everyone here has a perception once."

"Well, yes."

Hohen nodded in response to the opinions of the other members speaking next to him. However, Jin had to put a question mark on his face in unfamiliar names that he had never heard before.

"Did new people come in while I was resting?"

"Ah. So I don't know about you. Yeah, I'm in. One man, one woman."

"Oh, who are they?"

Now that I'm going to be a colleague, I was curious and asked.

"Their first name is Han Yoo-rin, and the boy is Park Tae-sung. Did Yoo Rin come in about three months ago? He's very innocent and kind. Besides, she's so pretty. I've never seen such a pretty, good girl in my life. Even if I was really 20 years younger."

"Mister, are you going to tell her everything?"

"Of course, even if I was 20 years younger, I'd dump her and run to my wife. My wife's love is a world emergency!"

The youngest, Han Bo-young's words urgently changed her. Lee Ho-young was also a famous lover for his members. Seeing Hobbit rush to change his words, everyone around him falls asleep on a mat. Bo-young, who put Ho-young into a panic, was also smiling with tears.

"Hahaha. Uncle, I can't stop loving you. But you're right, too. She's really pretty and nice. Honestly, I'm not even jealous of the same girl."

"Is that it? I really need to see this."

"Wee. Men are all the same."

It was Bo-young who sticks out her tongue in a cute way and brushes the dust.

'But Han Yoo Rin. I think I've heard of it.'

Dongmyung is one or two of 50 million people in Korea, but I started to think about it quietly. It was a very recent name I heard.

"And the other one is Park Tae-sung."

Ho-young's expression was a little distorted when he said this. I inadvertently looked around the people around me for a sudden change in the look on his face. But the people around him also did not have a very good look.

'It's a landmine.'

I could feel enough in people's faces about who Park Tae-sung was. Not a very good person.

"He came in about two weeks after you started taking a break. I mean, what can I say?"

"It's just bullshit."

Instead of blurring his words, Kim Han Sik said that he was treated as vice chairman of this club. It was Ho-young who made a slight frown toward Kim Han-sik, but soon he took a deep breath to understand why he said that, then turned his head back to the truth.

"Well, you know how people react, right? He's not that good. He's a typical volunteer scorer."

"Isn't that bad?"

Volunteering is noble for any reason. Hoheng's club also hung out a lot with people who participated in volunteer activities in order to score volunteer activities. However, based on Hoheng's reaction, he seemed to be a little different from the others before.

"Yeah. Not bad. But he's acting a little weird. When you go to an orphanage or a disability facility, you're frowning and making disgusting tea. When you go to pick up garbage to clean up the environment, you don't pick up garbage and smoke. I can't force what I don't like to do because of the score. Well, at least if you're good at your job, you can put me to work, and you're unwilling to do it."

"And how many times do you talk to women? Yurin was so busy with me before she came in, and as soon as she came in, Yurin was so busy that she couldn't work this time. Yoo Rin's personality is so passive that she can't even refuse it properly, but when she sees it, she feels so sad · · · · · ·. I cut them all off, but he's a real pain in the ass. Him."

"Didn't that Yoo Rin have a distorted tummy because of his affection for Tai Seong?"

"Brother!! I don't even have eyes for men!!!"

I was joking, but I couldn't find any soup. I was so angry that I had to wipe off my sweat after my face turned red for a long time.

"Good or bad. His attendance rate is below 50 percent, and he can tolerate it. I feel like a human being who doesn't have the same sense of responsibility."

I can't believe I can be photographed like this by this youngest girl who is usually so lively, charming and spreading. I thought that judgments about people should be judged by their own eyes, but at least I didn't think I was the type to give favor to the truth.

"Shouldn't you be kicking them out of the club?"

While tapping Bo-young's shoulders, Jin looked at Ho-young and asked.

"Yes. Just one more month and I'm going to take the members' opinions and get them out of here. However, I thought," It's a volunteer activity to take him around and correct his personality ", but I think it's out of my abilities."

Perhaps Ho-young was trying to change the personality of that person. Perhaps others have respected the idea of such a courtesy and so far have not said much. But I thought it would be best to let the club's atmosphere out quietly if it was this blurry. It was when Jinseong was accepting the complaint about the person who burst out in a row.

"I'm sorry I'm late!"

I heard a voice of forgiveness, forcibly squeezing out a voice that could not breathe properly. But that voice was never unheard. Rather, Huff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff, Jinsuk turns his head to look at the source of his voice. I thought it was a familiar voice.

There was a woman standing where Jinsuk turned his eyes. He was wearing fine t-shirts, brown cotton pants and white sneakers with various patterns that seemed to be comfortable for volunteer work. But even that dress couldn't hide her beauty. Long, luscious lashes with sunburst skin. The black hair that came down to the back of the back shined like that of the celebrity in the CF. Although not tall, the body covered in plain clothes boasted the foot proposition. The real celebrities were standing there with the prettiest of them all. But Jin was surprised at the fact that she was completely different from her beauty. She was the woman that Jin knew.

'Yes, by the way, her name was Han Yoo Rin. "

She's standing in front of you and hiding. She's the one Jin saved from the rape.